Description
Our Story Begins:
Many times in his fifteen years, Bruce Hampton had been taken for a girl. Females of all ages stared at him in open mouthed amazement, at the flawless beauty of his face, far too lovely for a boy’s. This factor was deceptive, for nestling between his slender thighs was a behemoth of a cock, that belied his incredible silver blond beauty.
Secretly envious, the boys in his high school locker room, teased him constantly about his over-sized prick, making him terribly self-conscious about his abnormality. Fearing that girls too, would tease him unmercifully if they should find out, he had ignored them like the plague.
So, when his parents were killed in an automobile accident, and he went to New York City to live with his Aunt Matilda, he had never dated a girl.
“Why, Bruce, you’ve changed so much in four years… you’re, you’re positively beautiful,” Aunt Matilda, a big, buxom blonde in her late thirties gasped, when she opened her door to his knock.
There it was again, that hated word, beautiful, something a boy wasn’t supposed to be. She must never find out about his disgustingly huge cock, or she might not accept him into her household. Who would want such a freak as he? All of his hang-ups were rushing to the fore, filling him with a terrible feeling of insecurity.
Bruce had been only eleven when he last saw his aunt, and her sensational pulchritude had had no effect on him. He had forgotten about the massive twin spheres of her breasts, her bra creaking from its awesome load, the gigantic melons jiggling and bouncing liquidly about, with the slightest movement of her meaty arms. He had forgot—–
